Chapter 62: My Favorite***
Sophie walked toward him slow, hips swaying in those tight black trousers like she knew exactly what she was doing.
She did.
Every step made the fabric pull tighter across her thighs, across the curve of her ass.
Ryan stayed leaned back on the couch, eyes locked on her. She looked like sin and victory all at once – cheeks still flushed from the counter, top a little crooked from his hands, that bratty fire in her eyes now mixed with something hotter, something that said she was done pouting and ready to prove a point.
She stopped right in front of him, between his knees, close enough that he could smell the faint vanilla of her lotion and the heat coming off her skin.
For a second she just stood there, letting him look. Then her hands moved.
She started with her own body, like she was putting on a show just for him. One palm slid up her stomach, over the thin top, cupping one tit slow and deliberate, squeezing until the fabric stretched and her nipple pushed against it.
The other hand traced down her side, over the dip of her waist, then lower, palm pressing between her thighs where the trousers were still damp from earlier.
She rolled her hips once, smooth and sensual, eyes half-lidded, lips parted.
It surprised him – Sophie was always direct, always mouthy, but this was different. This was slow, confident, like she’d been thinking about it the whole walk over. Her body moved with a rhythm that made his cock twitch hard in his sweats.
"Wow, Sophie," he muttered, low.
She smiled, small and knowing, and closed the last bit of distance. Straddling his lap, she sank down slow, knees on either side of his thighs, ass settling right over the growing bulge in his sweats.
Her hands braced on his chest as she started the lap dance – grinding down in slow circles, rolling her hips like she was riding him already even though clothes were still in the way.
The friction was torture. Her tits pressed against his chest, full and soft, nipples hard through the thin fabric. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"You want me to earn it?" she whispered, voice husky. "I will."
Ryan’s hands found her waist, but he didn’t guide her yet.
He let her work. She ground harder, ass rolling in perfect little figure-eights, the tight trousers making every movement feel obscene.
He could feel how wet she still was, the heat soaking through. One of her hands slid up into his hair, tugging lightly while she kept grinding, tits bouncing softly with every roll.
He reached for his phone on the cushion beside him, tapped the screen twice. Slow, sensual music filled the apartment from the hidden speakers. The beat was low and dirty, perfect for exactly this.
"That’s it," he said, voice rough as he set the phone down. "You’re doing good. That’s why you’re my favorite."
Sophie’s breath caught at the praise.
She liked that. He could tell by the way her hips stuttered for half a second before she doubled down, grinding harder, pressing her tits flush against him.
Her mouth found his neck, kissing, then sucking, while her ass kept working him through the sweats.
"You mean that?" she murmured against his skin, voice needy now, the bratty edge gone.
Ryan gripped her ass with both hands, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
"Every word. You know how how to make me lose my mind, you know to show up dressed like this when you want my attention. My good girl. My favorite."
She whimpered at the praise, grinding faster, desperate now. The music pulsed around them, low and filthy, and Sophie moved with it – hands running down his chest, nails dragging lightly, then back up to cup her own tits again, pushing them together right in front of his face while she rolled her hips in tight circles.
He could feel her getting wetter, the damp spot on her trousers spreading.
She slid down his body then, slow and deliberate, dropping to her knees between his spread thighs.
Her eyes stayed on his the whole time as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweats.
She tugged them down just enough, and his cock sprang out – thick, hard, already leaking at the tip from how long she’d been teasing him.
Sophie licked her lips once, then wrapped her hand around the base. She started slow, like she was savoring it.
Her tongue traced the underside from balls to head, slow and wet, swirling around the tip before she took just the head into her mouth.
Soft suction, tongue flicking, eyes locked on his while the music kept playing low in the background. Ryan’s head fell back against the couch for a second, a low groan slipping out.
"Fuck... just like that," he praised, hand sliding into her hair. "You look so good on your knees for me."
She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight through his cock, and took him deeper – halfway now, lips stretched tight, cheeks hollowing as she sucked slow and steady.
Her hand stroked what didn’t fit, twisting gently on every upstroke. Then she got passionate.
Head bobbing faster, taking more of him each time, throat relaxing until she could sink all the way down, nose brushing his stomach.
Wet, filthy sounds filled the room under the music – slick pops when she pulled off to breathe, soft gags when she pushed herself deeper.
Spit trailed down her chin, dripping onto her top, but she didn’t stop. She sucked harder, tongue working the underside, hand pumping in rhythm.
Ryan’s grip tightened in her hair. "That’s it. So fucking good."
She moaned around his cock at the words, the sound vibrating deep, and that was when she turned determined.
Like the praise lit a fire in her.
She didn’t just suck him – she worshipped him. Fast, sloppy, passionate pulls that had her head moving in a steady rhythm, throat fluttering every time she took him all the way.
One hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently while the other stroked the base in tight, slick twists.
Her eyes watered but she never broke eye contact, never slowed down. The music swelled around them, bass thumping low, matching the wet rhythm of her mouth.
Ryan felt it building – tight, hot pressure at the base of his spine. His thighs tensed, abs flexing. "Shit, Sophie – I’m close. You gonna take it all? Every drop for your boss?"
She nodded around him, sucking harder, faster, like she was trying to pull it out of him.
Determined. Greedy. Her hand sped up, mouth working the head in tight, swirling sucks while she stroked the shaft perfect and relentless.
He came with a low, broken groan, hips bucking once as the first thick pulse hit the back of her throat.
Sophie didn’t flinch. She swallowed around him, throat working, taking every spurt, every drop, milking him with her mouth and hand until he was empty, twitching, spent.
She kept sucking gently through the aftershocks, tongue soothing, until he was completely drained and softening between her lips.
Only then did she pull off slow, lips dragging along his length with a wet pop.
She stayed on her knees, sitting back on her heels, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and messy hair. Her lips were shiny, swollen, a little string of spit still connecting her to the head of his cock for half a second before it broke.
Ryan watched, chest still heaving, as she opened her mouth wide. Tongue out flat, showing him – clean. Not a single drop left. She’d swallowed every bit like it was hers to keep.
He let out a low, satisfied breath, thumb brushing her bottom lip.
"Fuck, Sophie," he said, voice rough and warm. "Come here."